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.Shard 07.
Nam-Yensa Sandsea
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Ashe was lost gazing at the fluttering Sandsea far below them, one hand on the rusty rail, the other one shielding her eyes from the dazzling sun, wondering how such an interesting phenomena could take place in that horrible wasteland of abandoned refineries.
She was so tired of the desolation of the desert, so drained by the sun and the innumerable battles they had gone through in that inferno of sand and metal, that when she suddenly turned back, startling at the guttural voice of one of the urutans, she really wasn't able to gather the strength to set up proper defence, even when she saw the creature's dagger flashing so scarily near her throat. The only thing she realised was, that now she was on the edge of losing her balance too, because of the sudden dizziness, and that her teethes were clenched already, waiting for the stab to come.
But it didn't come.
She heard the clench of steel against steel while she was falling instead - she couldn't get what was happening until she found herself in the arms of Basch, who had apparently knelt down to catch her.
Her dizziness instantly fled.
She had all the time to enjoy the last part of the fight, turning to see the head of Basch's spear cracking brutally the urutan's chest, while he nonchalantly kept holding her.
The sudden silence of the urutan made it plain that it was all over - still she was paralysed there, her heart beating fast for - for -
"Majesty - are you unharmed?" the knight turned to her, his spear still firm in his fingers. His tone was professional and almost flat, and his deep eyes staring from so near at her were professional as well.
Ashe didn't move, even if she knew perfectly that she had no right to let time pass in such a position - and he probably knew it, too. When she saw her own hand leaning with no reason on his tensed biceps, she knew she had pushed it too far. So she nodded quickly, to then free herself from his grip scornfully, stepping away.
Yet, that could not delete the inexplicable thing that had just happened - while she kept repeating herself that she still could not trust him fully, she knew that for an instant, no matter how brief it might have been, she had felt completely safe in his arms. As for the other sensation she had felt she - well, she didn't even want to think about that.
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Author'sNote: Ah, I was so hoping to see a cutscene representing this or something similar while I was playing the first part of the game - I was almost sure it was just going to happen. Now, of course, even if I haven't still ended the game, I've lost all hopes -.-
Why haven't they inserted it!? Man.
So, as you might have imagined, this one has to be one of my favs - do I prefer BaschAshe to AsheBalthier? Still haven't sorted that out, lol.
I want to thank you another time all the ones who are following this - your little comments on the drabbles are just lovely! Next one - Raithwall Tomb! SeeYa!
Swamp-Eyes